To sprinkle

Summer, in this way, the water in my body was evaporated and my mind was extracted from the characters. I was like a withered grass, separated from the support and lost the spirituality. These two days, I felt a little flustered and bored. I felt uncomfortable when I saw anything and was upset when listening to anything. Even the mobile phone that I was reluctant to leave my hand at ordinary times and the words that I was reluctant to discard, I don’t want to see it, and I also want to be left out. Early in the morning, dazzling sunlight penetrated through the glass and threw the hot heat into the room. The air conditioner had been on for a whole night, so I didn’t want to make it tired any more, and it was time to change the air. So I opened the window and had a conversation with the sunshine in this Midsummer. Whenever the season changes, I can’t help thinking of the distance, and some emotions will grow unreasonably and undisguisable, just like a clear dream pouring out of desire constantly. Everyone has a page of heart-moving story, which will be ups and downs in his fingers, in his heart, into tears flowing in his eyes. Maybe it is a slight sweetness, maybe it is the so-called sorrow. Standing on the stage of the soul and singing a monodrama, those unreconciled to be deceived by the clouds and rain, insisted on presenting that old dream to the cold and desolate days. Suddenly, I remembered a sentence Xu Zhimo once said: I would look for the only link of my life and soul, get it, and I will be lucky; I will not be ordered. I am the one who has been looking for the soul to depend on each other, and I have been searching hard. In this world, there are always some things that I will think of casually; There are also some memories that I can’t forget even when I have white hair. No one knows what can be cut under the fallen leaves? No one understands what is contained in the branches of summer? Or there are two possibilities for everything, maybe everything is a sad feeling curled up by loneliness, or everything is caused by retribution. When the memory opened the gate again, the clear tears were lost again. The seemingly true intoxication was my lonely haste and my wishful depression that had passed for so long, why do you always fiddle with this string? Alas, one day in your mind can you clarify the fleeting time of the wrong spectrum. Some things, too addicted, will evolve into a habit, which will quietly copy and shake off quietly in some casual and idle days, not for confession, it is not for the memory, but for the most beautiful warmth that I never forget. How good it would be if the earthly thoughts were only hidden in the length between fingers; How good it would be if the old things could dry up the pain in the heart; If, the innocence in the bottom of my heart, how good it would be if I could rely on it in silence. It was not until the years turned around that I suddenly found that the fragments scattered all over the floor were just beautiful ambiguity and narration alone. Just imagine, if we could hold half a cup of Qinghuan and watch the fireworks and colored glaze quietly, we would not have the superposition of cold and warm today, and we would not have the pain and heartbreak today. After the prosperity and attachment had been a cloud of smoke, every time I wept when facing the wind, every time I looked across the sky, it was the silence of time quietly, and the outline I left after trying my best. Who will pay for me? Flowers bloom and fade, which is destined to be the cycle of seasons; After all, prosperity is the desolation of life. If we don’t separate, is it the final perfection? If we don’t meet, is it the absurdity of no memory. Maybe, life really needs a little muddled meditation; Maybe, life really needs a little detachment of swordsman. Wei Tuo on the throne of Lotus, in real life, will also have joys and sorrows. Everything is only self-crossing. Zhang Ailing said: life is a gorgeous robe covered with lice. Yes, how can this materialistic world not be? How can this world of comparison between true and false not be? So, don’t complain, don’t be addicted, clean your eyes, control the walking scale, control the temperature of half-flavor fireworks, and face everything calmly with real images, use pure simplicity to dominate your heart. No matter it is the origin or the end of the fate, no matter it is the depth of the fate or the shallow fate, you should deal with it calmly. If you smile, you will be clear and peaceful. The breath of summer is so hot, as if the whole blood is running through the hot air, which makes people breathe blocked. Weather report today said that maximum temperature or 37 ℃, also don’t know this is row several 37 ℃, feel temperature suddenly channeling to 37 ℃, stopped at 37 ℃. See 37 ℃ such number could not help but think of about 37 ℃ text, mind began rampant moment, I finally understand, why some palpitation, why can’t breathe, are this summer heat wave provoked woe, are these 37 ℃ was of the hook. It is said that women who like words are lonely, so lonely that they are unsociable and pray for the best. When she was lonely, she would take words out to dry, and hide in the corner to show others easily. Xue Xiaochan said: This crowd is water. Scattered loneliness, while fish are still lonely. Because fish knew that if she swam there, she could not swim in another person’s heart. She must learn to share loneliness alone and sing alone. I think I am the fish. If I can stay away from loneliness, I can be as charming as flowers to the extreme. If I had regret medicine to take, I would not put those things in my heart stubbornly, and would not let them stay in my body and spread arbitrarily. Only when a person is strong can he never forget. I have to learn to be strong. No matter it is bright or sad, it is a determination that comes down after passing through my life, an interpretation of my mind after the surging of dark fragrance, and a peremptory scene left after a magnificent turn. Therefore, we should: let go with free and easy attitude, and be open-minded with smile. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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